S C H I Z O P H R E N I A

Chapter III

An hour later, they finally arrived at their destination.
Stepping out of the car, dead leaves crunched beneath their feet. Flora heard the man's grunts as he lifted the man's body out of the trunk. Flora scanned the area around her. The wind was thrashing against the trees, causing the branches to whip and sway about in the storm. Countless of leaves were shed and came twirling and swirling in mid-air. The dim light of the moon shone through fleecy clouds casting pale light over the street.
"Let's go!"the man said, harshly.
Sauntering into the house, a shiver ran down her spine. Gulping the lump that was formed in her throat, she surveyed the house. It was so gloomy. The house was two floors and a basement. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought about how would the basement look like. The wallpaper was dangling from the wall as if an animal had ripped it into shreds. The floor looked greasy. Flora did not get the chance to survey the house more because she glanced the man's figure out of the corner of her eye, opening the door to another room and entering inside. Wobbling after him, she gazed at Horran as he started to regain his composure.
"What did you mean earlier Grey?" she crossed her arms.
"That you are his sister, Flora." Horran coughed out.
"What?" not believing what she had just heard.
"The only part of your past that you could remember is that I tortured you and your father. However, you don't actually remember a little boy in the picture,"Horran declared hoarsely.
"That is because Horran parted us apart. You stayed with him and I stayed with mum."Grey explained, sadness gripping at the end.
"I took you as MY slave, not as a housekeeper!"Horran rebuked.
Flora's eyes were glued to him and then looked away.
"He killed mother too," Grey uttered, his voice breaking.